Beyond

My mind to beauty found its turning
and in the song of silent yearning
I lost the lock that bound me here
and for a moment, gripped with fear.
I tried to bind myself once more
but in my failure found the shore
of liberation’s true expanse
and there, enraptured, in the dance
I drank of knowledge deep and true
with wisdom’s grace I was shot through
and as the final rapture came
I saw my past was but a game…

for ‘what’ I was — was nothing known…

father of skies,

mother of stone.